The pear.A Poem by lolatodorov
Green beans falling cross
The edge of this gray household. The dreams I hold are green too They capture the nature of my undoing. The pear with its bright yellow tint A touch of crisp sweet in a home A home inside a small city My grain of sand in this sea. The strange tint of an yellow pear. It knows everything it needs. It is because it has to be, Or does it have to be because it is? I can't seem to capture the light. this dark room, I clutch at my conforts to make it right. I see no vain truth in this building life. I grab the faith in doing things And still I can't seem to do them. I fade in this sea of green As it grows in a roaring anthem.
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